Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Explanation by way of poem, backdated

January is the cruellest month, end of discussion. Sweet nothing in the hand is better than snowbirds on the roof. The flight of a single starling is lighter than a flight of stairs. A migratory birdhouse, brick and mortar, mortar and pestle, moves south in the winter but cannot cross the icy river. A five story building. The same five stories over and over: Boy meets girl. Girl leaves boy. Boy assembles fleet & lays siege to the mighty city of Troy. Or: Girl meets boy. Boy leaves girl, promising swift return. Boy blinds Polyphemus the Cyclops & is cursed to roam the earth. Or: Boy meets girl. It’s his mother. The end. Hubris, Nemesis, those are birds’ names. Follow the flight of wild game, chase the pattern of zero sum to the abandoned quarry where rocks beat scissors every time, where winter triumphs consistently and without fail. There is no win in summer. There is no sum in winter. No fall. No hidden springs. No trapdoors. No levers. A snow blind Cassandra has rigged the Electra. On her orders great herons circle the pyramids in tight formation, awakening old thirst from the dirty sands of Lower Egypt, cursing the seemingly inevitable and necessary succession of events. Destiny rhymes with sorrow just as kartoffel rhymes with nothing. Is that a potato in your throat or are you just happy to see me? All this to say: I dreamt I spotted you in the crowd. We were all of us gathered to witness a historic event, an entire species tilting on the brink of a great achievement. You seemed so eager.


Blogger anon said...

finally ... welcome back

7:09 am  
Blogger Susanne said...

And so you're back. In cyberspace. I just surfed in to find you here with that sad look upon your face. I should have changed that stupid login, I should have made you leave your keyboard. If I had known for just one second you'd be back to bother me.

8:20 am  
Blogger Mikkel said...

Best comment ævver.

6:06 pm  
Blogger anne said...

Yaaayyyy, you're baaaaccckkk!

We missed you.

7:19 am  
Blogger Alistair Spalding said...

Yo Mik-ster

Learning all about Web 2.0 through various enforced marketing courses. Have listed on Technorati and am pushing my way up through the ratings.

Can you link to me here www.adblogging.blogspot.com

Oh! and how are you and the kids, and shit like that?

12:54 pm  
Blogger Alistair Spalding said...

Double Oh!

I'm getting married to Camilla (remember her) in April!

I really should have mentioned that.

12:55 pm  
Blogger mrtn said...

Welcome back!

Incidentally, I had a dream about you and Sara just last night or maybe the night before that. We were all living in a very small farming community. The tiny town had a tram/subway system. We were riding the tram, trying to get to a barn dance when the train conductors came up. We tried to show them our Oslo tickets, but they weren't sure that they worked. They were just going to check them out and be right back. The train stopped, and Sara pointed out of the windows shouting and yelling. The two train conductors - which I suddenly realised were actually CIA agents - were getting away. They had our tickets in their hands, raised up high, and they were running across a big dark field, laughing.

Seriously. That was my dream. What does it mean?

("well, ze train reprezentz your fazer. Ze ticketz are your male potenzies...")

10:08 am  
Blogger suttonhoo said...

missed you guys so much.

everything's okay, yes?

please stay awhile.

10:58 pm  
Blogger Mikkel said...

Everything's fine, we're all doing just SHE HAD IT COMING SHE PUSHED ME TOO FAR ONE TIME TOO MANY SHE HAD IT COMING AAAAAAAAAA really, everything's fine.

11:13 pm  

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